at some point to night u and I have a 'meeting' too...(1-737): I hope so
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
You lit the bowl with a rolled up paper towel that you ignited on the stove.
i'm not the one sitting naked in my room playing with my boobs and a cat.
Questioning the dried heart shaped nutella on my boobs. Valentines day has begun.
I answered the door to some Jehovah Witnesses hungover and wearing nothing but a white tshirt. I think they made it the church goal to reform me, we've gotten four pamphlets. My mom's going to make me convert if they keep coming.
she made sit in a corner, drink nothing but water and told me she was worried about me because i picked up an irish guy at a taxi rank. says the girl who invented tequila night and fucked a guy in a park across the street from a sweet sixteenth.
Is there a reason there's a dick print on my seventh-story window?
Hindsight: Dressing up in nothing but a bra, booty shorts, and police tape made for the most awkward walk of shame of my life.
Still not sure if my open-bar-week-long-trip to Cuba is the best idea as a congratulations-for-my-sober-february-challenge. My liver might just explode and give up.
I'm in the fetal position watching the little mermaid and trying not to die. When do you come home?
I just instagramed a picture of an ostrich in case you were wondering what I did with my night
You thought that you were playing full contact and started screaming "I will fucking end you! I will end you!" and tried tackling everyone in the room.
Apparently I have decided there are no repercussions for my actions
You used his ass cheeks to demonstrate how to play the bongos and he still called you the next day. That's true love.
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